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After yet another month without a lead singer, the band Synergy is on the verge of calling it quits. Which drives Jaxon Campbell, keyboardist and perpetual player, to do something dangerous: hit up a woman with contacts - and curves - in all the right places. Trouble is the last time he saw her, he kind of broke her heart. And stole her cherished autographed AC/DC album.

In this sensual erotic novella, Elise Montro is torn between her insecurities and a need to be in control of everything around her. While working away from the office on a series of audits, Elise is wooed by a mysterious man who takes away both her control and her insecurity. And then he disappears. When she must present work to the company's CEO, she is surprised to find him oddly familiar.

Nascar Champion, Shane Davis had it all-money, fast cars and even faster women until a fiery crash at the Daytona 500 changed everything in a flaming instant. Shane never intends to get married; not with the way he looks now. He knew no woman could ever love him and wasn't about to find out if he was wrong. But when he needed a woman in his life to play a pretend girlfriend for a few short weeks, he selected the one he felt would suit his needs with no strings attached: Angela Neil.

Bad weather, a secluded mountain cabin, and a box full of intriguing sex toys provide the backdrop for Lisa to seduce her colleague, Eve.

When her boss offers her free tickets to the CMA Fest, Ava Trent jumps at the chance for a weekend in Nashville with her best girlfriends. Great music and new opportunities to look for Mr. Right? What more could a former country girl ask for? Well, maybe not to literally fall at the feet of the hottest guy she's ever seen.

In the second warm, funny, and romantic novel in the Girls' Weekend Away series, four best friends embark on the ultimate girls' getaway filled with hijinks and a sprinkling of romance.

If practice makes perfect, I should excel at pretending that Heath Miller doesn’t affect me. That I’m immune to that wide jaw, taut body, and the unique woodsy-aftershave-engine-oil scent that makes my ovaries explode. Since before I could walk, he’s been my champion. My best friend. The one problem I can’t solve. Why? If I tell him I love him, I’ll lose him and his adorable daughter. Maybe the best Christmas gift I can give him—and myself—is to turn in the keys to my B&B and put some distance between us.